Michiganders talk like pirates

With the recent merging of our film class with the "other half of the film class" I've noticed a few marked differences in our styles of learning. Many, not all, of the 'other' kids often take notes and look at the slide shows on their laptops along with the teacher, study for quizzes and tests, care about their overall GPA and generally try harder than those of us in the first half of the alphabet. Quite often, you will see Lelly and Brooke, both lovely girls from the other half taking notes and paying attention sitting next to Alicia and myself, who are engaged in ichat and reading a book respectively. I'm not making fun of Brooke and Lelly for being overachievers, I wish I could be that focused, but I'm saying that I simply don't need to pay much attention in class. I can read a book and listen to the instructor simultaneously and pick up on the important points in time to take the quiz and do well on it. Lelly put it to me this way: she said that many of her classmates are more organized and left brained, whereas many of my classmates are more right brained and 'creative'. I don't have a startling conclusion for you, just a note that it will be beneficial in the future to have groups made up of these different mentalities. The more left brained folk can schedule and pay attention to details, leaving us right brained free to discover our vision. Is the reason the other half is like this merely because they've been around each other, and picked up on study habits of the 'overachievers'? And is it the reverse instance for us? I don't know, honestly. I personally pride myself on being an achiever. I achieve.

In other news...
I've been reading a lot about serial killers lately (I always do this, I know, it's weird) and it's increasing my paranoia of 'stranger danger'. I've read many accounts of nurses, those nice ladies who put our IV lines in, who kill their patients, whether out of 'mercy' or just for sexual thrills. This is disconcerting to me, as I have always been a little leery of medical professionals. My mother called me the other night and said that since I'm coming home in a few weeks that she scheduled me for an MRI. The reason is because she think I might have the same brain disease that she had that required surgery. She had Chiari I malformation, which we recently found out might be hereditary. I flatly refuse to get an MRI due to my extreme claustrophobia, to which my mother keeps telling me that they can give me an injection to calm me down. This is a situation which could make me have a panic attack anyway for fear of my nurse killing me. It's a real fear kids, I'm not crazy, that shit happens. Even if I do the MRI (which I will because I know my mother will guilt trip me into it) what if I do have a Chiari malformation? I'd have to get brain surgery. Not only do I have a fear of being put under, I don't have time for brain surgery. I have too much shit to do. I don't even want the comfort of knowing. Ignorance is bliss.

I also just started a book about Ted Bundy, who is a creeeeperrrrr. He killed upwards of 26 young women, often kidnapping them in broad fucking daylight. So scary. Now I really don't trust strangers. They could be the next Ted.

Enough of my maudlin musings of serial killers, I have an easy week. Lab tonight at 5 and I have a meeting with my 'guy', my Storytelling lab instructor, Will Couch about my script tomorrow at 10:20. Shouldn't take too long, leaving me the rest of the day to fuck around. Also, my weekend is almost completely, blissfully free. I only have rehearsal on Sunday from 2-6. Hopefully I'll have more to do than be on book for actors and try to decipher my director's crazy blocking notes.

I've noticed a marked increase of 2 of my vices lately. Smoking cigarettes and smoking.. something else. I should really cut back. Yeah, and spending money has taken a turn for the worse as well. I should cut back on that too.

Now, I've gotten some complaints recently about my accent. We in Michigan are told growing up that we are accentless since newscasters aspire to speak more mid-westerly. I found this hilarious site all about the 'Michigan accent' and it rings very true. I totally say 85% of those things. For instance: "Maahm" = Mom, "aeh Narbor" = Ann Arbor and "Haahkee" = Hockey. Bahaha.

I'll leave you with this: "If your best friend gets it, that's all that matters." - Kathleen Hannah. Now, I'm going to cut my hair.

EDIT: whoa, that's a long-ass post. I can't believe I did that. Congrats to making it all the way. Here, I got you something from Married to the Sea.

In which Cath falls asleep to a CD she's never heard before but has been trying to get around to listening to

Day 1
12:30 first attempt at sleeping.
1:12 awoken by roommate’s sex sounds.
1:15 put on Plans by Death Cab For Cutie.
Fell asleep dreaming of Divine, but this may have been brought on by a John Waters marathon earlier in the day.
2:45 awoken by call from drunken best friend. Talked about trees, sticks, sailor jerry’s and how much we miss each other. Turned off Plans, which happened to be on repeat (ruining my sense of time), to try for a chance at real sleep. Will try again tomorrow.